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His stride was long, his gait smooth and tireless as he roamed, neither with haste nor with the absent drive of a sloth. He was purposeful and efficient, sliding across the ridges and down in the valleys as quick and quiet as shadow. So far, no pack had he found among the mountains, but as he approached a plateau bristling with stately pines, the presence of faint scents was not missed. He paused to inspect the paw-worn trail and the faded markers, and knew immediately that a pack had lived here not so long ago. So long as they were gone now, he remained content. Curiosity compelled him to move further into the trees, to see what else may be around.

Pardon the digression, I'm still warming back up from a long break!

Curiosity abounded in the pale coated creature; curiosity over many things. Foremost was this incessant interest to know what sort of new land he had come to find himself in. Being an individual where things became very dull to him very quickly, the boy was no stranger to being tossed into new surroundings; nevertheless, Impactus consistently found that the art of assimilating never changed for him. It never changed because he never assimilated. The state of this fresh habitat would come to change to suit his own personal preferences soon enough. 

As the formidable male prowled through the skeletal trunks of the pine-riddled forest many resemblances struck out at him, insisting that he compare this lame crop of earth to that of his former home. No matter the geography he came across and the likenesses it shared, this region was still foreign to him, and that was something the analytical canine knew he must remedy. 

Which led him to the second most notable thing he was curious about: who the character was he found himself sharing a common space with. On the tendrils of a brief, yet sill chilling winter breeze the warm aroma of life came to him, and not simply that of the many prey species he knew roamed the area. He was not the only canine afoot here, and it was time to find out what kind of stock the wolves of this land were made of. Without upsetting the fluidity of his trek the colorless Impactus directed his course to draw him closer to this fresh face. A certain edgy eagerness took him as he approached, planting a peculiar expression upon his features that could have easily been mistaken for good humor for those who did not know this particular man well. The boy's uncommonly bright cobalt eyes appeared to lunge out at their target of a black-bitten being who was large and not entirely insignificant in his build. A good first impression he noted, but size alone would not charm the cynical lad. 

"You there." Impactus called out his voice low, his manners poised, yet not without a hint of the man's characteristically commanding demeanor. What was being commanded though was quite unknown, for Impactus simply stood behind the moving figure and much too patiently for his personality awaited a response.

haha of course! :)

He snaked between the pines, his ears pivoting to the sound of a bird alighting on a branch above him, and the sound of a squirrel chattering its irritation to another. The borders had not been refreshed in some time, but that did not mean the plateau no longer served as a home to someone. He had encountered stubborn wolves before, who refused to accept the disbanding of their pack, who clung to their territories as if they still had claim to them.

His eye was drawn to disturbed soil. Flung about in clods and clumps, it looks apart from the rest of the relatively smooth earth. He stepped closer, lowering his nose and there, catching the faintest trace of meat. He dug his hard black nails in, excavating an old cache, but finding it empty of anything but morsels that had fallen from the main course. His disappointed exhale blew a cloud of dirt about his nose, and he seized a small fragment of bone between his teeth.

He was alerted by a voice, commanding tones not unnoticed. His head snapped up, gray eyes settling on a white furred male, his ear giving a twitch. He said nothing as he appraised this wolf, though a nettled brow did raise. Was it this one's pack that lived here before?